Silas woke me for his four o-clock feeding this morning by giggling.
That's right, GIGGLING.
Not one giggle such as he'd exhibited for the first time that afternoon, but multiple giggles. It was as if he woke from a dream that pleased him.
I couldn't go back to sleep.
I just stared at him as he slept smiling.
I'm sure it's a sign.
... All is well.
I hope, anyway.